Called a snake by my mother, spit venom like no other. Any grip I could slither, many flowers I had withered. But god had a plan, to make me understand: water flows in a river ice cold to give you shivers, every rose is a winner smell eyes closed to lift your spirits, every heart beats in rhythm dance to yours to feel you're with them. Let your self discover the reason for why each emotion is a season.
Every one has deep insight for why the rainbow is broken white light:
Pain paints the color blue, when you shed it you are new.
Eyes stain bright red with truth, bringing back your inner youth.
Hearts open with green and pink, love and nature being you the link.
When you shed black ego dreams, you'll feel the hue-man gene.
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